Ding Da advised his uncle and aunt not to sell their house and invest in the mutual aid society. His uncle and aunt thought he was after their property and treated him very badly. In the past few months, Ding Da had come several times, but his uncle and aunt would not open the door for him to come in.
I never expected our reunion to turn out like this.
The person on the bed was already cold and bluish-purple, but was dressed neatly and lying on the bed with their head on a pillow.
There was 200 yuan left by the bed.
Uncle Ding left a note, asking his neighbor to trouble him one last time to use the 200 yuan to buy a good coffin for him and his wife and find a cemetery to bury them.
The note also revealed that he sold his house and embezzled public funds to invest in the mutual aid society.
With the mutual aid association president absconding, Uncle Ding has no hope of getting his 170,000 yuan back. He has chosen to end his life because he has no hope of survival.
Ding Da cried with tears streaming down his face. No matter how his uncle and aunt had treated him lately, after a person dies, you will only remember their good deeds and the few times you had interacted with them.
Ding Da remembers that he was the only youngest member of his family when he was young. His uncle would save up some money and take him to buy ice cream cones. Ice cream cones were not cheap, but his uncle was never stingy. He loved to eat pig's head meat, so Uncle Ding would buy him pig's ears.
Ding Da wiped away his tears; he hated Zhou Jian'an and Zhou Fangchun to death.
They're not just swindling people out of their money, but also their lives. They don't know how many families have been destroyed, how much happiness has been shattered, or how many people have done foolish things because they couldn't get their money back.
Uncle Ding and Aunt Ding are greedy; they are both pitiful and pathetic. For their own benefit, they embezzled public funds and ignored their nephew's advice. Undoubtedly, they are not good people.
But for Ding Da, all he remembers are those ordinary and simple years, and a few warm moments that remain in his memory.
Uncle Ding's funeral was simple. Chu Yu only learned about it a week later when she met Ding Da.
"Uncle Zhao, do you remember him? The one who wanted to sell you the house but then refused. He passed away from a heart attack last night."
"Myocardial infarction?" Chu Yu knew that sudden cardiac death was very difficult to save, and with current medical technology, the mortality rate was extremely high. But Uncle Zhao looked quite healthy, so how could this happen to him?
“They said it was a heart attack, but I saw him and his complexion was abnormal. My colleague told me that he saw Uncle Zhao buying pesticides the day before yesterday, so I think it’s very likely that he died from taking pesticides. We Chinese people are very particular about these things. Many people who commit suicide say that they died from a heart attack, so that they can give an explanation to their family and relatives and avoid affecting their descendants.”
Even after someone dies, one still has to consider their descendants. Chu Yu shook his head helplessly.
Chu Yu did a lot regarding the mutual aid society. She kept spreading the word that the mutual aid society was a scam, often had people educate the public, and even distributed flyers to promote it. But all of this was no match for the lure of high profits.
Chu Yu had also reported the incident to the police, but the police couldn't do anything about the mutual aid society. Only after the society collapsed did the police arrest the people, and those arrested were just small fry. The real president and vice president had already smuggled themselves to Hong Kong.
The mutual aid society incident caused quite a stir; it was reported in the newspapers and even made it onto the evening news. It's said that the amount involved is over 100 million yuan.
Tens of thousands of families were devastated overnight, affecting millions of people. In an instant, all the axes and kitchen knives on the streets were looted, raising serious concerns about public security in Beijing.
Zhou Jian'an and Zhou Fangchun are truly a menace, causing so many people to become homeless.
Shu Hui was quite worried about Zhou Chufei after hearing about these things.
"What good can come of this child living with a father like that?"
"Whether he's good or bad is his own choice. Mom, it's not like we didn't give him chances, but he never learned his lesson. He wants to follow Zhou Jian'an and live a good life, and make a fortune in Hong Kong. You can't just stop him, can you?"
Shu Hui was kind-hearted her whole life, and her three daughters were also kind and gentle, but she had such a good-for-nothing son.
"By the way, how is Jiang Meifeng?"
“What can I do! I insist that I don’t know her. Dai Donglin tampered with my household registration. The police couldn’t find any relationship between us. Jiang Meifeng can’t make a fuss.”
"This old woman has never done anything good in her life. She's so old, yet she still helps her children commit fraud. They always get their comeuppance. Zhou Fangchun and Zhou Jian'an didn't want to go to jail, so they made Zhou Huilan and Bao Liu's family take the blame. If Jiang Meifeng hadn't been such a terrible person, her children wouldn't hate her so much. She should think about whether she's ever done a single good deed in her life when she goes to sleep at night."
Shu Hui sighed. She felt sorry for those members. They had invested their entire life savings like that. It was normal for them to feel hopeless when they had nothing left.
"You know Grandma Chen next door, right? She's a really nice person. When we moved in, she even brought us noodles. When I went to the shop at noon, no one was feeding the cats, and Grandma Chen would feed them for me. Grandma Chen's son put 70,000 yuan into the mutual aid fund, stealing Grandma Chen's emerald bracelet, earrings, antique box, and retirement savings to put into it. As a result, the mutual aid fund collapsed, and the money couldn't be withdrawn. When Grandma Chen found out about this, she fainted on the spot. Now, she's been in the hospital for three days, and we don't know if she'll survive."
Shu Hui continued:
"The owner of the restaurant next door in Yorkham also invested over 100,000 yuan, originally planning to withdraw it before the Chinese New Year. Who knew that this would happen just two months later? That owner's hair turned white overnight. He chatted with me yesterday, saying he regretted not listening to my advice. He was really kicking himself. If he had withdrawn the money two months earlier, he could have made tens of thousands of yuan."
“I’ve heard that people commit suicide every day. Now that the police have intervened, the members don’t dare to cause trouble and can’t find anyone to vent their anger on, so they can only sit in front of the mutual aid association to protest.”
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